Molding of a Spell Lyrics

Sculpting away at the flesh | A surgical apathy | towards the mortal shell | Sculpting away at what is not needed |Blood Returned to Sacred Temple | Spirit satiated | The Astral Cross | As Blending of Space, as twisting of Time | Vendetta is Gnosis | Vendetta is will | May the Nemesis find no air to breath | May their bones turn to Glass | May their flesh be punished with disease | May the sulphur form their fate | As they beg for Azrael's mercy | As sigil, as cuneiform, as a mark | as a reoccurring dream | In the form of salvation | far from the path out of reach | Unto clay, faith is carved | By the wind has molded to form | 3 are the watchers, 1 comes, 1 goes and 1 still remains |Forever the clay shall be your stone